30. The dance of the Goddesses in Berlin (8 pgs.)

ACT I - CHAPTER 30

THE DANCE OF THE GODDESSES IN BERLIN

Saturday May 19, 2018

Berlin National Stadium

Berlin Germany

It was another friendly match in preparation for the World Cup that the French team was playing against Germany.

“Let’s keep playing like this! Very good guys! Let’s keep things simple! Precision, location, synchronicity, rhythm! Everyone knows who to mark! Seek the goal as a team, you know what to do! Alexandre, come in through the middle and watch out for offside!” the French coach harangued them.

Although they played well, so did the German team. They finished the first half goalless, but at the beginning of the second they scored two. They believed they had already won the game, but the Germans did not forgive by playing counterattacks, turning the game around in the last ten minutes. They had lost two to three. They could not believe it! But the technical director insisted that the poor results were part of the process.

On the other hand, Alexandre had made good progress in preparing for the next philosophical meeting with Arturo and Ricardo. It was a week away, but he knew he had enough time to finish. He couldn’t believe it was the last one.

England had qualified, which made Victoria and her family very happy. When Alexandre arrived at the hotel bar, he saw them talking and remembered how they had fun dancing in Dublin.

195

“Today we will have an intimate philosophy dinner,” said Victoria, looking at Francisca, who returned her gaze and winked.

“Today? Where?” Alexandre asked.

“Here at the hotel. We already have everything ready,” said Francisca, looking at Victoria.

“You didn’t tell me anything,” Alexandre said.

“We wanted to surprise you,” Victoria said.

Two beauties had surprised him like a goalkeeper too far in front of the goal. He would make no effort to prevent the ball from going over his head and scoring a hat goal.

The special suite of the luxurious hotel had a large living room. A dim light emerged from an aquarium that separated it from the dining room and its round table. It was an aquarium-wall one meter wide, two and a half meters high and about six meters long. It contained algae, rocks and fish of different sizes and colors, turtles, seahorses, small rays and octopuses.

They went to the bedroom where they changed. He put on a black suit, white shirt and a bowtie and red silk handkerchief in his jacket pocket. The girls, put on leather miniskirts, red, that showed off their beautiful legs, long; white t-shirts, which showed their bellies and navels, naked; and short Texas boots, with high heels, red.

A waiter served them dinner at the round table dressed in tails and white gloves.

“We will delight ourselves with special seafood,” said Francisca.

“They say they are very aphrodisiacs,” Victoria added, winking at Francisca.

The starter was lemon oysters accompanied by French white wine.

“It’s a 1978 Milemau, a gift from our friends at the Domaine Estate in Burgundy. Our Villa in France is neighboring theirs. They make red and white wines, but this is a special limited reserve that is not sold to the public. We chose it for this special occasion,” Francisca told him, looking at the waiter who was serving it in fine Czech crystal glasses.

“For the philosophy of reality! Cheers!” Alexandre toasted.

“Cheers!” they repeated and clinked their glasses.

196

“It’s delicious,” said Francisca. “The ancient Greeks loved everything beautiful, of the body and the mind,” and added, “How Aristotle would have liked to dine here with us!”

“And how much Ronald would have enjoyed dining here with us!” Victoria said.

“Somehow he is here with us,” Francisca replied.

“It’s true. Ronald’s memory is always here with us, like that of Aristotle and Alexandre the Great who founded the Library of Alexandria. Cheers to them!” said Alexandre.

“Cheers!” replied the goddesses.

“Alexandria! Where the most important library in the ancient world was,” said Francisca.

“But the fanatics burned it and killed Hypatia, the beautiful Hellenic philosopher who taught in Alexandria,” Alexandre said and continued. “Her body was destroyed by a group of Christians fanatics who could not tolerate the rational. It is the same intolerance of the Crusades and the terrorists who today explode bombs in stadiums. In The Crusades those who defended God fought with swords, but the problem is that today there are thousands of nuclear warheads. If this civilization disappears it will be because of that irrational human invention called God,” said Alexandre.

“If there is only one God and there is more than one, someone is lying or is mentally ill,” Francisca said. “The good thing about polytheism was that it made society more tolerant,” she paused for a long time, looked at Victoria and continued, “The Greek pantheon were sensual and erotic gods and goddesses, like human beings, but they knew that they were beautiful metaphors for natural forces.”

“Like Aphrodite,” Alexandre said, seeing that Francisca looked at Victoria and smiled.

“Like Venus,” Victoria added and winked at Francisca.

“Like Apollo,” Francisca said looking at Alexandre.

“Which of you is Aphrodite and which is Venus?” Alexandre asked. The goddesses looked at each other, and smiled; their red lips, opened; their white teeth, nude. “Which goddess is going to speak first?” he asked.

197

“I will speak. I am Aphrodite and you are my beloved Apollo in whom I trust and reciprocate. Receive Venus as my gift in whom I trust. Venus, please speak,” said Victoria.

“Oh! Beloved Aphrodite! Venus feels privileged and she accepts your gift,” said Francisca, looking at Victoria. “Cheers to the Greek god!” she toasted.

“Cheers!” Victoria said and leaned towards Francisca, kissing her on the mouth. Following her impulse, she kissed the god who kissed Victoria, closing the circle of an inevitable destiny.

They ate octopus in green sauce with lemon, strawberry dessert, exotic fruits, passion fruit, mangoes and raspberries dipped in hot chocolate. Then they got up and went to the living room.

The light and reflections of the colorful fish in the huge aquarium were reflected in the thick crystal glass when the waiter opened the whisky.

“It’s a McAllister Collection from 1926,” said Francisca.

“Gift from someone you know?” Alexandre asked.

“Yes. It was courtesy of the owners of the Old Regatta Hotel. Our families have known each other for generations.”

“It’s delicious,” said Alexandre, sitting on a black leather sofa looking at Venus and Aphrodite. He knew they wouldn’t sit down when they continued standing, proud of their short red boots and beautiful long legs.

“Terpsichore begins with Melisa Singleton,” said Victoria, looking at Francisca.

“Terpsichore?” Alexandre asked.

“Yes, my darling. The Greek goddess of dance who joins Venus and Aphrodite,” said Victoria, looking at the other goddess.

“Exactly in ten seconds!” Francisca completed the sentence by turning on the hi-fi system. Five seconds before the music began, already in choreographed steps, each one walked in search of her chair. They placed them in the center of the room, one in front of the other, about five meters and the same distance from the sofa where he was observing them. Each one in a coordinated movement put one foot on the chair and tilted their heads to the side to let fall a cascade of red and gold curls. They were marking the rhythm with their feet when, at a good volume, the music started.

198

It was Melisa Singleton, the famous Texan singer, performing the provocative song: “These legs are made for dancing!”

“Are the legs ready?” said the lyric introduction and the music started. Alexandre’s breathing stopped with pleasure at the mischief, beauty and sensuality of the Texan woman they represented.

It was obvious that they had rehearsed the choreography in great detail.

They brought their bodies closer and closer, with very precise and coordinated steps exuding sensuality.

Francisca began to unbutton Victoria’s shirt. Three buttons one, three buttons another and, between buttons, they danced flirtatiously, fiery, wild, beautiful, without losing a beat until their shirts and skirts fell.

At that moment another song started: it was Lisa Brave with the sensual song: “God! I know I’m a goddess!

Aphrodite and Venus added feather scarves to the choreography. Victoria’s legs sported garters and stockings with suspenders and black lingerie; Francisca’s, the same in red lingerie. Her red boots looked like pedestals of two sculptures of goddesses that had broken free from the marble and were exploding in erotic movements. When the music came the chorus and the lyrics said, “God! I know I am a goddess!” They both joined in the singing.

What a gift! Two goddesses giving themselves to a god in a river of sensuality! It was the most flirtatious, elegant, daring and sexy choreography he had ever seen, and he thought, Ayayay! Turbulence is coming! No one would ever see the party of Aphrodite and Venus who offered their bodies to Apollo. He was ecstatic and drank his whisky, which raised and raised his temperature. How long had they rehearsed? How he admired Victoria in that moment of lust, contemplating her aphrodisiac beauty! She is my wife! He thought and knew they would have many children. How much I desire you, Francisca! he felt and perhaps that night would be.

When the Ernestina Laceras song played, the lyrics said, “Welcome to the Maison Rose.”

199

They began to dance the climax of their choreography, hugged each other, raised one knee and remained suspended on one of her legs, until they approached him, placing their feather scarves around his neck so he could get up.

They placed Alexandre in the center of the room and began to dance around him. Victoria slowly took off his jacket making sensual movements, and Francisca did her thing by unbuttoning his shirt.

When the song reached the chorus part: “Voulez dieu Coucher avec moi”, both goddesses kissed him, began to walk slowly towards the bedroom crossing their legs walking like models, and before entering the hallway that led to the suite, they stopped, looked at him and their index fingers called him.

“Voluez dieu Coucher avec nous” the goddesses sang upon arriving at the bedroom when they went up to dance on the bed. He watched them shirtless from the suite’s sofa without putting down his whisky or missing a single detail.

Sailing on Dionysus’ ship floating on the burning sea of desire, Eros, the goddess of pleasure and the senses, called him to come into bed with them.

Where am I? Alexandre thought, pinching himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. On the Olympus of the gods, he replied to himself, How can I know it? Because I can perceive with my whole nude body,” he answered to himself again, Who am I? A pure mind in a naked body, he replied to himself one more time and one last question arose in his consciousness, What should I do? Celebrate life. That was the answer.

And the gods celebrated, again and again they celebrated, in a thousand ways they celebrated, like burning sculptures of fire, freed from the cold of the marble, they celebrated all night, until the last flame of Eros, they celebrated, and the universe smiled.

END FIRST ACT

200